I'm going to make you hate me...I am the words that drive you insaneI am the tool that scrapes against your brainneurotically; impracticallydipping down into your hateI WANT YOU TO HATE MElet me BRING YOU down.HATE MEI'm gonna make you HATE MEAnd I'll leave you to rotHATE MEI want to bring you downdrifting down the road to Hellpicking apart your sanitythis world is unforgivingdon't forgive mebut don't forget meI am the reason you wear those strapsBUT HATE ME!!HATE ME with everything that you haveThe reason you're in a padded cellyour desire was to be left alonebut mine was to mess with youto destroy the fabric of the world you createdinside your minddestitution; prostitutionI RAPED your sanityHATE ME WITH EVERYTHING THAT YOU HAVEI want you to HATE MEI'm gonna leave you TO ROTI'm gonna make you SCREEEAAMMI'm gonna make you HAAAAAAAAATE MEEEEEpitiful mortals hating the truth.pitiful mortals? FUCK YOU!!!I want to make you......hate me...betray meFUCKIN' HATE ME!!!

There's always so many thingspeople can say in spite or angerWithout it being offensive; is it possible, I wonder?

Never knew the world I lived in was so big.Just a child bound to what I thought was something smallNobody ever explaining anything and expecting me to learnwhen, really, I only ever wanted to be properly taught.

but people are foolish and I don't know why I ever expect that to changePerhaps it's what never changes in me that pushes it in rangePeople attack me with words or actions, I attack back.I challenge doctrines, philosophies, scientific curiositiesThought I was something special, but guess I wasn'tAlways what people thought they could use for their purposewant me to respect them being them, but they don't want to respect me being meWhat kind of double-standard like that gets away free?

Always the judge and executioner; always my plight.Always the torment; always the fightAnd my will is strong and I like to smile and laughBut this world is serious and has forgotten at lastthe true joy that friendly competition could be.

'play by our rules; never introduce anything new that we don't want''we'll tell you to ask for permission and then always say no''Do it anyway and we'll be afraid of your genius.'So many petty people and I don't mean to judge them for itmaybe it makes me petty in the processBut why shouldn't I defend myself?Why shouldn't I put up the fight of my lifeWhen people attack me for simply pointing out their downfallingsIt never used to be a problem to be called on your crapBecause then you'd actually learn somethinginstead of just rolling deeper into the bad

Always wanting to play petty poker games that cause stress to othersAnd then you wonder why they cause stress to youDon't you know what always happens?And if you do, then why do you let it happen?you know the good ones can never let sleeping dogs lieand the bad ones are always on the lamb, but always in plain sightthink they hide, but you know their kind

And it was never a problem until people thought they saw the real youWhich was never the real you; but faulty perspective in understanding.

Rolling through the plains of thought so deeply that you forget how people could do something accurately AND instinctivelyNever thought for a second that something could be raw and focused at the same time.The burden of abuse put on me by step-fatherCalled me evil when I was just mischievousWatching him and my mother fightAlmost every nighttell us kids to go catch mom on her way out the doors'make sure she doesn't kill herself'

The amount of pain I've felt in this life alone was beyond imaginingand they showed me new pain that I had never felt beforeas if that was the game.

But I guess I'm not sore; when you attack a persons ideas and call them weakAnd they sit by them stubbornly instead of doing something betterI guess it offends them; I guess they get bitterThey like and love your talent; but never youAnd it's a pity that I love until it hurtsbecause some times it's more than a heart can bearAnd I bear it anyway, because I'm a soldierNever by choice, but driven by nature; to fight a war I never understood.Never understood by far.

'the game' they call it. A game that they chose apart from anotherWanted to be different from each other and became just like each other anywayRidiculousness in nature as everyone competesinstead of following the talents they were naturally gifted at.'it's a competition! it's a competition!''we're going to make you play our game, but won't let you play yours''We're not going to be understanding when you force your game on us as we forced ours.''We're never going to change because we don't want to; we don't like you; no job for you.'"work at our pace, do what we want; but not what you want.'Don't even think of using the resources without our permission; cause they're 'owned' by us.

Fools these mortals be; and I'm as foolish, for thinking anything could ever changeEveryone controls resources; makes it look awesome; but is secretly doing good/bad with each otherwhatever that doublespeak may be for it.

Never understood it; never wanted to; just a bunch of gibberishRunnin out their mouths; I guess they don't know when to shut'emand yet they blame me for opening mine.

I'm gonna open it with or without you;I'ma do my thing with or without you and expect you to do the same.I guess people will never truly understandit's not like it takes a genius to understand people; it's actually rather simple:pay attention. There, that was it.

people tell me to pay attention and I did; but they tell me I can't do the things I pay attention to; cause they're afraid.Afraid I'ma take advantage of them like they would to meAfraid I'ma force them to do my work when all I ever asked was that they follow their own willyet I'm the bad guy for the choices that they madeI'm the clown with velvet shorts and a rubber on his noseI guess that's me and what I was born to wear as clothes

but let me tell you one last little thing:

I never cared enough to be better than you. I don't care about double-speak BS. All I ever wanted was friends and family and thought that everyone else valued those same thingsbut I guess they don't. And that's just how the story goes.I guess I'm just gonna flip it the finger and walk awayGo off into a distance and do my thing

Before I begin, I just want to state how thankful I am to be aliveEven through pain, suffering, torment and torture and all the likeTo see each day unfold and then pass again into the next is pleasurableAnd to wonder what happens next is something people should view to be desirableTo wit, it is hard to find philosophical thoughts that bend beyond the established normand even rarer to find a contest pertaining to such in poetic formAnd yet here we are, playing the game of 'find each other in the darkFor what reason, to what extent at the end of our incessant questions?To which the ultimate answer must be, 'for love of a lark'Which should be our ultimate missionWhen reality bends upon itself and crushes our minds with insanitywe find such pleasures hidden and thus get caught in inanityCaught up in ancient teachings and new bitter fantasiessuch as Nietzche with his belief that God is deadWhen to me God is the concept of reality, nature, our own subconsiousthat ties us all together in myriad connectionsand gives birth to all of our culture and ideas and societies, etceteraMass-consciousness at its finest; what they call multiple personality disorder of schizophreniaas voices pervade our heads in random, sporadic fashionsto either beat down or lift up and to those who enjoy silence, I salutebut only insofar as to life a single finger in the midst of my hand because I know the truth:in silence the sound of madness beginsand begs and beckonsSo shhhhhh a moment and listen inwhen the frequencies around us invade our senses againinformation coming from all around us, whether we're conscious of it or notand all around us are signs of supernaturality we try to hidefrom spirits and ghosts that affect our emotions and thoughtsto shifting consciousness from alternate reality to alternate realityand who is to say that time travel isn't possible within the mind, to touch your past or future selves in both this life and others and create other alternate realities, who is to say you can't?And who is to say that such is wrong when it doesn't change the one we're inWhen we have to actually coincide words with actions and thoughts to get the ball rollin'I have come from nothing; from the most dismal depths of depressionto rise above the noise and confusion and feel myself heightenedfrom dark halls of negativity and fear and paranoia, insecurityto golden dreams of future reality possibilitiesExperiencing life in ways that skeptics deem insanefrom chakras, to spirits, to Gods and devils, demons and angels and so much moreFrom the earthy vibrancy to soar through the universe within my minds third eyewhich surprisingly is located very near to the pineal gland that releases some sweet concoctionsthat stir the mind and frees it into such mental copulations of imaginationsmental masturbationAnd therein lies cosmic joke after cosmic jokeas I've heard the greatest stories never toldand they were awesomepast fears forgottenI've walked through death and peered through the veil that separatesseen reality through perceptions I could never self-createand I'm not even ashamed to admit it, nor am I afraidfor I'm still here, still alive, still standing and breathing and moving forward in lifeAnd what I know of life is that most never try or try to hard to get it rightand my life; MY life; has been one hell of a rideas I've challenged political doctrines and taken the throne out from established rulers if only in a game setting, we played as if it were realand debated philosophers down to where they could not argue their theories any further for lacking the consistency of mind to argue correctlywithout degrading themselves to losing control or sight of themselves and jealous with envyI've fought fights that most have never fought; waged my own war against bullying and tormenting across the internetand my name still isn't legend, that IS a safe betI don't even mind, because in my mind, I've gone from poverty to be King, to married life with kids and wife and lost it all to be a ghost of my own selfwhich was already a ghost of a ghost of a ghost of my own selfthe depths I've plummeted in my falling have only been topped by the heights I've climbed in my soaring flightsAnd would you believe it if I told youthat I conquered even insanity itself, every insecurity known to man, even though it's still a work in progress?Through all of this, I stood supreme in my own life and played the hero of my own life while simply doing what I felt I had to for a simple problem in the world around mecorruption and fear-mongering, lies and deceitdivisions across the land between every grouping of manfalse divisions, falsely contrived for self-gain where self-gain should never have been madeand so many countless streams of belief that should have evolved now stagnateto which I brought them together again within meI've gone to the higher ups, to God and the Devil themselves and brought them into mepointed to the mess all around and told them, now it's your turn to cleanCalled fate to the floor, destiny, the elements all around; made calls to nature everywhere from small animals to long-living treesEven to my own DNA as I take apart my own brain and reprogram it into something infinitely superior to what was there beforequestioning the possibility of blood cell nanobot technology and if I could create such within myself through sheer will and process of thoughtBeen to the bottom of my own dark abyss through mushrooms and my own deep-rolling thoughtsas my pineal gland activates DMT spreads throughout creating for thoughts culture the perfect breeding groundWhere science fails and math fails and everything else fails, I do notI see the similarities and the differences and where they got stoppedto which I cry, 'hold on, you guys are approaching the same thing from different sides!''Don't you know this thing you are examining is called 'life'?And that all of everything we know stems from inside?'To which I lament the poor nature of education and the world aroundas intelligently stupid I am to confuse and confound, but really simply just because it's easier to indulge insanity every now and then than try to repress itand so I remain an idiot savant, having entire conversations with friends at times of odd noises or pop culture phrasesand then move on to deliver the most awe-inspiring pieces of text that many have ever seenand here I am doing it again here and in this place and with youand do you know I just make this up as I go and as it flows through and throughand where it comes from, I don't know what to say other than reality itself, when the Gods do playFreeflowing life is my specialty and I never like to force it, though certain challenges I rise toand so you find, dear sir, that I wrote this completely in the now as I went and spent only a little time typing ityou'll probably spend more time reading it than it took to put it hereand I am unashamed nor boastful of such, it's just a simple statementas all around me I see people wondering how to live life and the answer is so simple:just live it, let it flow through you and you will be fine, no need to make it more complex than that unless you have to for a momentfor lifes complexity is simple and lifes simplicity is complexyet for any thing that you do or learn, you will stumble and falter until you learn it welland then you will let it flow through you if it is your callingwhere the world fails and so does societycreating jobs never needed for greed that we hateto deliver unto the world untold luxury and spoiled behavior; call it kismet or fateas we rise to meet ancient prophecies at the same time as creating something new that no religion could ever have prepared us forfor all religions are wrong and yet all are righttoo many of them turning to petty politics and between themselves fightbut the fight is changing drastically toward peace as peace becomes the new warfareuntil such a time as they hope we forgetthrough the shifting, changing consciousness they seek to circumventcontrol us through emotions in ways we can only begin to imagineand certainly conspiracy theorists have named quite a fewbut what if it's just reality; living; doing what it has tountil such a time as we evolve past all of this wanton idiocythat is really just a perfect reaction to a world filled with miseryMy words; my phrases; my interactions with the world around mehas certainly caused a chain-reactionto which I posit the theory and possibility that maybe I am that oneperhaps I am that Jesus Christ, as if such a title were worth a damn thingmy fate still waylaid, my life still not over and I can only guess at what happens nextthe world continues on as it tries to ignore what has happened before and yet no true closure on anything has been given yetwe are stagnant and seeking to forget that fact but in the wells of silence and madness we seek to fill with sound, it will get us in the endWe will finally have to make that leap; as much as it might hurt; into the next stage of human societal evolution and hope it's that final one that grants peace as so many dream that it should beand if the world were healthier, which so many people are trying to make it soit would be easier and yet here we are fighting momentum of events from before we were hereas the waters stir and mountains rumble and wind blows to and froIf only I could live forever, just to see what happens next and yet if I'm correct, one way or the other, we all will live forever as part of a greater spiritual consciousness whether our physical bodies are alive or dead and reincarnation may indeed be possiblefor how else can certain things be explained?'Yolo' the kids say as I laugh and laugh at themI know; my spirit has been around the block quite a bit before this life and yet I can't remember a damn bit of itNot that it matters, not in the slightest, though it's easy to get curiousand curiosity always manages to buoy people back up againBut, this is where this train stops and I get offPeace, love and harmony and don't forget pass it on.

A Conversation With Darkness

Darkness: death will come to youye who waits with baited tonguefor chance to scorn with tainted lovetruth for all lies consumedexhumed within like graves of deadmen; deadwomendead children of dead enlivened, alive againa world of nonsense in which you are encasedlike so much rust on the brain, diseased thought trainsraising high your self like some king of kingdom comeon earth and his will be donebut a charlatan of hypocrisy for judgment repressedtruth of self giving bad digestand this I say to you; you so self-stated master of selfyou con artist of self, master of illusionary gainswhile the world around you you perceive to writhe in painwhile pain itself is the greatest gain against which you fight in vainfight in vain for vanities sake, your own vanityto be a hero-never wanted, a lover never takenyet taken you were, loved you were and by them you had forsakena coward and a fool whose courage has seen you through nothingnothing at all and you claim wisdom from nonsenseinsanity clogging your mind as I speak through youI, the invisible entity from which your brilliance is contrivedand upon your shit-pile of a life that you made for your selfwhen all others actually made lives for themselveswhat of your will except to see the world burntear it apart because of the 'truth' you hold in your heartthat drives you to destroy as much as you claim to want to buildsomething greater, it becomes worseliving the lie of self-conceived 'great' menwho find themselves within hallucinogens, fevered visionsis that where you are, where you are like to go?and with reason against reason you have railedfor what sense, to what extentyou claim yourself not better but better than everyone elseand who can solve that riddle dear sir, answer me thata contradiction in terms? no, you made your self thatnobody told you to be anything like that at alland yet through disjointed mental planes you saw your selfand pieced together a monster instead of a mandestroyed truth and gave lie a face, a beast with a plan

Me: Is that all you have to say to meyou beast disguised with reason, with false reasoning do you weighand give unto me as truth with a beautiful facemimicing me as I learn from youor am I mimicing you as you learn from meor do we learn at all, where together we did falland if I were to say such contradictions of selfshould not you wonder how I found heaven through such hellwas it contrived then, a lie I told my mind to bendbeyond reason to love something that should be hatedmy self when I have been tested and weighted and fatedto living such life in a current I struggled againstand then struggled to understand, what I had to accept and take in handrise up against impossible odds of the mindas voices and emotions did weigh me down with thoughts of deathdeath for which I have yet to face; death which I must some day take with me to a final restand where will you be then, you scornful scorneryou mockery of the faithful, of the light filledand say to me that I am filled with shadowyet such filling was by design and compliments the glowof light found within, that subtle and intricate wealthof spirit infused with balance and so I did growbut where were you when I needed youthere was God and he saw me throughbut you, you voice of an instrument of destructionhave plagued me with thoughts maddening, yet cessantand often I have claimed them to be incessant, to trouble me without enduntil I found the truth behind them, found mental clarity through thema contradiction in terms or a contradiction found to be consistent when unwound and stretched along the groundto fill in holes unseen which might trouble and sprain peoples ankles and feetwhere are you then, but forcing people to focus on something other than their surroundingsso that their feet find those holes in the ground that I would filland tripping them up, causing them to lose more metaphorically as their cups do spillover and giving rise to that tormenting voice that for some instances seems correct reasondo vent with negativity and with curses on their tongues do lamentthe hole that caused them to trip instead of their own clouded visionfor such vision should be clear and yet is not for you are thereand you are there yet the vision is clear for those who are ableto feel around, give testament to more than the cocophony of senses recognizedas constant and tried and tested senses, yet you're still bound by some form of rope or cableto some existence you have wound into some sort of self-confessing fableas we look at the world around us, see it tumble and fall into place beside uswatch it spill along the ground and into the holes only to fit unwelland seeing your work unwound around us all, who can say that your work was done well at alla simple job to do and yet you have consistantly failedto keep people down, from keeping the peace, from keeping the world in a constant state of chaosjust let go and let it be done; let it be over-

Darkness: let me interrupt you, boyI don't do this as a job or as a favor, but for pleasureyou think I corrupt and entice, but I only show you the truth of your selfwhat you would be, what you could be and ultimately what you should befor it is wild and it is survival of the fittest animalsavage garden you claim it and find it beautifuland yet you would tame that animal, take away its fangs

Me: now I never said that at all, if you would just listen-

Darkness: but I do listen, and I'm tired of listening to your lies as you confound a multitude of othersconfuse them with abstract thoughts as you show a man across the lines and divided not by themgiving true chaos to an order intricate and tried by time

Me: maybe you're just afraid that not enough time has been given to see the full extentof what you have created and you have become benton that one defining factor, that maybe you did it wrong...

Darkness: but then you find yourself here with me again, insulting meas if you don't think I have thought of you thinking that thought for thoughtful diligences sakebut you are a phony, a charlatan and a fakenot a wise man at all, but one twisted and fighting himselflook at you type on this laptop as if you have something to saylook at you argue with your self in poetic fashion for your own saketo try to bring to rest and give peace to some imagined eternal conflictthat you think with a childs simplicity plagues the world

Me: yes, I do and don't think that I'm unaware of suchthat I'm unaware of the insanity inherent within when viewed by othersand yet I will share it with others, whether you want me to or notwhat should they think when my brilliance shows such not to be a lost causethat it can be fought; that it can be won

Darkness: hah, a fool are you if you think such can be wonsuch unrest within ones self only destroys and is never 'fun'but there I digress and lie because fun is found regardless and can you even tella difference between your self and your selfisn't that what you are seeking to doto reinvent people and voices inside your own mindand attribute personality to them in truthwhile you chatter away in your brain with the mark of the insanebarely able to stop your self from reacting openly and out loudwhat can you say to me, what can you do to me other than refine me and define me

Me: and is that not what I choose to do, is that not my pursuit, you fool?to give rise to both what is dark and what is light, to walk through twilightand show a balance that has yet to be found in mento rise up and give testamentto something better than any other, better than most of them?and should you not rest in silence at such a sightyet here you contest me in a new way, which I meet with delightand laugh with excitement a bit insideeven while pressed with the need to see it throughhere I am, where again are you?

Darkness: inside of you, you fool; a part of youand if you think me any different than that, then you are misguided; a toolfor some 'thing' contrived by many other half-assed idiots

Me: and therein I must conclude that you've ran out of steamran out of ways to bash against my reason with false reasonhave learned a lot and so I must give tributeto say to you, good effort, keep it up; I don't see my self as any better than youjust something learning and growing, something that may have inspired youfired you up and gave you reason to try something newor something you might have forgotten

Darkness: (motherfucker, I'm you)

Me: Are you? I see no proof of it. Your voice is inside of my mindyou are inside of me, but perhaps that's not the end of the storyperhaps there are more possibilities that some would count as foolishYou confound me, you confuse me; you plague and torture meand to which I must conclude, you must be infatuated with melove me dearly; something you would hate to lose

Darkness: (fuck you, I dance alone; fuck you)

Me: yet here we are dancing together, are we notcreating art in the midst of chaotic insanityand I find it filled with honest beautysomething that came together from fractured consciousnessand so I blow you a little kissand say to you, good luck, and don't give up before it's finished.

Darkness: (fuck you)

“We hide in plain sight, and it works. Majestically. Everyone else can fuck the fuck off.”

I am more than just a God. I am a teacher, a director, an entertainer, called to play the part of judge, jury and executioner. Eternal warrior to cultural guru, master of time and space to inspiration given to those with no path beyond the seeming grave, only to have fate or destiny, whatever you want to call them, yank them up (two different thems, don't get confused) and set them on their feet and to their callings.

You see me flit through avatars and signatures, spiritual presences that confirm to some degree at least the lives we're given being prominent and proof that beyond our cultural bindings, our fiction does live. Beyond that, how it lives is proof of the afterlife, because where then does the excess energy come and stem from and where does it flow?

If any of you think that you're just going to avoid what's coming and going on, live your illusions and delusions while you can, but you're already neck deep and thick in it. Thinking of sitting back on the sidelines watching when you already taken and have already been taking part. By the time you realize that you're not just watching the story, but able to interact with it, you're already so far into acting and being a part of it that the realization should be a major kick in your own asses.

And if you think I hadn't hit such a point in my own life, know that I have; if you think I expect some sort of show of response, know that I, myself, rolled with the punches. Know that the statement of this is the statement that I have fallen for all of the same things as any single one of you and all of you.

Think I'm tough? An asshole? A prick? I'm holding back and showing mercy, fool that I am for it.

“We hide in plain sight, and it works. Majestically. Everyone else can fuck the fuck off.”

Disembodied floating voicesadding layers of complexity to simple choicesalways tempting me to killand to drink the blood that spillsbecause I love the taste of itcoppery, salty, thick and richand your bodies become my chalicesINSANITY RUSHING THROUGH MY VEINSFOCUS GONE, I'VE LOST, MY SELF DETAINEDVOICES TO IMAGINEBODY PARTS TO SCAVENGEmy sanity strippedmental consistency slippedimagine how you would begin to copeas a hardcore addict to dopeand amplifydesimplifyforgetting constantly the little thingsThey all say that I'm derangeda psychopath treading a thin lineexpecting me to be the next columbineand then my laughter becomes derisivethe voices making me indecisiveI am the product of two people thatshould never have had kids, but oops, splatThere I was:another cum bubble snorting pussy dustavoiding the coat hanger on a daily basismy sanity strippedmental consistency slippedimagine how you would begin to copeas hardcore addicts to dopeand deamplifysimplifyI WANT TO KILL YOU ALLto have revenge for pushing me aroundyour bodies becoming my chaliceswill any of you be able to rise to the challengeor fall to the call of the carrion birds of destructionas we feast upon your souls, bodies, broken mindsI'm a psychopath treading a thin lineand the blood that spills is not going to be minemy sanity strippedMENTAL CONSISTENCY SLIPPEDdecomplexifyingthese voices....KILL THE CHOICES!!!!!!!

“We hide in plain sight, and it works. Majestically. Everyone else can fuck the fuck off.”

I am your Egyptian GodThe King of the sands and all forgotResting in the House of RaAmmon makes his brave descentAnubis coming down the hallcollision of the ancient worldsEgypt come to lifeWhen the stars shine bright in the night skyand pyramids create a mystic design10,000 plus years since the dynasty of the Godstheir ancient temples shall rise out of the sandsand cast light on Egyptian culture yet againRa, Anubis, comeIsis and OsirisCome to me Amon RaCome to me Ammon and AnubisFall from the sky into your landbound templesCast and etched deep in the shadows of the land of the eternal sunI am your Egyptian God of GodsTouten Ramas, the king of all below and aboveBeyond the sunLegends untoldnot written downfrom the days when it was forbidden to writewhen it was forbidden to teachof the ancient one that gave birth to all othersCome together and give birth to your father once moreand awaken the sleeping giantRamses the immortal king of the damnedwandering dead through the sunlit landsTouten Ramas has come at lastNewborn but ancientand telling the world and eternity to kiss his assLive your lies of pleasurepretend that you're notAnd love the addictions of men and womenwhile pretending that you're above themThe son has surpassed the fatherAnd even Adamu Annunaki has been promoted from first watcherto realizing just how ignorant he and his lot have beenLive sweetly in your delusionsHere I come againTime for the ancient temples to rise out of the sandsAnd cast light on Egyptian culture and the blight of man

“We hide in plain sight, and it works. Majestically. Everyone else can fuck the fuck off.”

I know you want to screamTears slipping at the edge of realityHopes crushed, falling inward at the sign of dementialityWe all fall in to the call of insanityIt will have you, if it can;This darkness; the doom of every manBlinding our vision of hope; the blight of depressionBreathing altered, confused and heightenedHeart beating irregularly inside your chestRagged breath after ragged breathPain, like a harbinger angel delivers soft caressWe are what we are, we appear to be insaneBlows of inadequacy delivered to the brainDark hues, colors spent; a soul is bentAnd darkened with experienceStainedCrimson ink on paper fleshDrawn by a knife's edgeEqual to nothing close at allto the emotions disfigured and painfulDementia clawing, ever climbingTo heightened pitches of decayed decliningMerciful only to memories better left forgottenRevenge like a bittersweet romance is tastedPreying upon the mind until all is wastedWhat arises from the dust is like the phoenixBut reborn from the deadened dreams of beaten childrenWe are what we are, we appear to be insanestreams of insecurities delivered to our brainsDark hues; colors spent; a soul is bentAnd darkened with experienceStainedIn the end, it's the strong who will surviveThe ones who stand up to the tricks of timeInsanity crushing the edges of their mindsEverywhere living out normal livesAppearing to be nothing more than normal peopleAll the while behind closed doorsHear them ranting and raving at empty airSwearing vengeance at foes imaginedCrying for forgiveness with the same breathFrom some relative long ago laid to restFevered intensity of a monstrous historyLaid out in front of them for all to seeWe are what we are, we appear to be insaneInadequacy and insecurities delivered to our brainsDark hues of colors spent on souls that've bentAnd darkened with experienceBeaten and bruised; stained with blood and sweat

“We hide in plain sight, and it works. Majestically. Everyone else can fuck the fuck off.”